99. His Sailing from Julia
When that day comes, whose evening says I’m goneUnto that watery desolation;Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,That my wing’d ship may meet no Remora.Those deities which circum-walk the seas,And look upon our dreadful passages,Will from all dangers re-deliver me,For one drink-offering poured out by thee,Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,In my short absence, to unsluice a tear;But yet for love’s-sake, let thy lips do this,—Give my dead picture one engendering kiss;Work that to life, and let me ever dwellIn thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell.